Chip Tha Ripper - Boomshakalaka lyrics

Boom We livin in the last days Yeah we saw what's over [Hook:] 40 on me break you off proper And even got the co*ka just boomshakalaka Yeah I'm a young cold mother f**er Put the hammer out and rock it like boomshakalaka My n***as hit licks like shotas load up the forty glockas Like Boomshakalaka boom And my b**h gone blast and she got that a** Like boomshakalaka n***a People say we runnin out of time And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka I'm a lose my f**in mind and I'm a Blast this tech nine like boomshakalaka b**h People say we runnin out of time And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka A n***a run upon me and try to take mine I'm a pop this tech nine like boomshakalaka b**h I'm ballin forty in my hand Bet this mother f**er won't NBA Jam Up the springfield, don't' think my aim off My Louie Jacket cost more then ya chain cost I'm finna act up, not sober Now show punks just how I'm strapped up Glock on me, (f** you up) Hot damn, son of a b**h Tell your daddy hush don't be a son of a snitch Turn tha t.v. on, they tellin' stories Turn your b**hes on, she extra horny And you know what I'm on, with your fine a** She got red lipstick on the wine gla** I know you n***as mad I see you tail wagging Act like you got some sense or something bad will happen She got off work and came straight to the club Your b**h tryina catch a date with some rich thug Oh you mad [Hook] Trill OG Bun B all ready Trigger finger on the trigger and it's all steady No problem is too big or too small Got the third eye to see around corners and through walls No matter who calls we answer first ring Mind on the money baby that's the first thing Got your baby mama buy her purse dreams Losing her to me wouldn't be the worst thing This that mob music, strictly for made men Run up like you want it you can catch up fate then I ain't playin I'll pop you and then I'm not stayin They gone find you right there in the same spot you layin I'm not the one and I'm not the two bro I'm the cat who gone make it do what it do bro And you know so act right 'Cause I'm gonna keep the mack tight make it go boomshakalaka [Hook] I'm what you call a living legend (sha-plow) This what you call a mack eleven (sha-plow) Here's two on the way down plow plow Here's four more plow plow plow plow I got a plan to take over your land If you keep it a hundred I keep it a hundred grand I'm not a star you know my name now my story You simple you represent fame I rep glory Damn now these n***a's talkin down But they don't say nothin when I'm around They don't f** with y'all no doubt you get a pound No matter of fact f** that you get around I don't' hang with industry n***as I hang with k**ers I don't f** with these rap n***as they ain't my n***as My whole outfit from Paris Show up to your house party like Robert Harris [Hook]